Yesterday I despatched of the final part of Queen of Nowhere to my beta-readers.
Hullo real world.
Right now I hate the book, mainly because I feel that it’s an opportunity wasted. I could have done proper justice to my original idea if only I’d had the time and the scientific background and the, er, talent, and … and … In other words, normal writer’s angst. It will pass.
In the brief pause while I wait for more objective opinions on my current object of obsession, I need to start thinking about what comes next, ready to conjure up sparkly and enticing pitches for my editor.
I’m also catching up on admin/housekeeping tasks and on that score, I’m pleased to announce that, after some extensive googling in what I refer to as the ‘inadvertent sex toys check’, I’m pretty sure I haven’t named anyone or anything in Queen of Nowhere after any practice or product liable to cause embarrassment or smirking amongst more worldly readers. One minor character does have a last name that’s apparently slang for a ‘Glasgow handshake’ (i.e. headbutt), but that’s easy enough to change.